Maken-ki Takeru Novels & Stories

The tall, tanned, muscled back of Steele was turned towards her as he was bent over the countertop in serious concentration over some breakfast machination. The dark, thick hair on his head was tousled and gorgeous. Her eyes trailed down the contours of his back and paused for just a moment on the two-inch scar that puffed up just beneath his left shoulder blade. She blinked and then felt a smile curve about her lips as she took in the red silk boxer shorts that he wore. They were red with green stripes and covered in an adorable pattern of snowmen.

Mrs Parker objected. "It's not about him mom. I have a lot of homework and studies to do, I'm super exhausted now and I have had a long day" She made up the excuse. "Okay my dear" ****** "Who are you and how do you know all of this?" Isabella couldn't help but ask. "I am Marco McCoy! your kidnapper. And how do I know what.. that you are a good girl! It's written on your face love" He quickly covered up.

Instead of losing his temper, he forced himself to calm down Meanwhile, Harvey looked at Maki with great interest. He wasn’t intimidated by Chief Takei at all. In fact, he was slightly curious about him. Maki was just a King of Arms at the end of the day. Harvey wondered who on earth gave him the courage to stir up chaos on Country H’s soil.

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

Finding none. “I made this decision on my own,” I continued. “For myself. And for my future. And I am not going back from it.” Her eyes hardened. “Don’t you dare, Marcellus… what you are going to do…” “I’m not asking,” I cut in, my voice low but absolute. “You will hold the ceremony. And you will do it like you always have when I am not around.” Silence snapped between us. “You will stand there,” I went on, “and you will do what you intended to do, without me. If the pack needs a performance, give them one. They will surely enjoy it knowing that the mother Luna is hosting it. And you can enjoy the party as you always do.”

A recent hobby he had picked up happens to be making food for her. Apparently making pancakes that day for breakfast has enlightened him. Serenity of course had no complaints other than the fact that she is sometimes presented with food she could hardly name as palatable. But love blocked her taste buds, and anything cooked by Kieran at the end is filled with affection. Therefore, she does not mind at all. Serenity walked up to Kieran and hugged him from behind. Then, standing on her tiptoes to try to reach above his shoulder, she asked, “What is my dear Alpha making right now?”